In memoriam: William Shakespeare, 26th April 2016

You were a mystery from those times in Stratford
when we were boys together at the school.
Your gaze was not on Latin books but skyward,
yet nobody could take you for a fool.
Your father had a life of making gloves.
He hoped that you would follow that tradition.
But you had been ensnared by other loves
with Anne and theatre vying for attention.
Where did the greatest playwright learn his craft?
Perhaps those ‘lost’ years gave you many parts
at which your audiences cried and laughed.
‘Tis certain that you learned your magic arts
so well that centuries later, time can show
your plays live on; but you, we’ll never know.